Aight

If I'm gonna go back to this, I gotta get back in a serious way: y'all need to help me past this hurdle. See, part of my whole "epistolary laziness" sprouts from my need to keep a balance between stories about Lenny's Bar and Grill and Swap Meet and explorations about the meaning and extent of infrastructure in this fine land we all live in.

Of course, the fact that it's stories about a bar and grill and swap meet ought to tell you something: Lenny saw this economy coming, so he diversified. I'm thinking he should have opted for "Bar and Grill and Bank" or "Bar and Grill and Insurance Company" so he could have been at the head of the line for a handout, but the swap-meet bailout can't be too far over the horizon, so Lenny will get by.

I hope.

He does serve pretty decent food at pretty reasonable prices.

(Ouch. That sounded more like "Prairie Home Companion" than "Lenny's Bar and Grill and Swap Meet." Lenny should buy an occasional beer for a more imaginative writer...)

So lemme come back to this: your neighborhood bar/grill/swap meet is a part of the infrastructure that slides under the political radar. Many of us (sometimes most of us) go out and vote every couple-four years, and we most of the time don't look closely at all the issues or all the candidates. I understand, especially in a year like this when a brazillion candidates run for nearly as many offices, that we get electorally lazy. It's Too. Much. Information. To. Process. Maybe we should have a law mandating a ballot with no more choices than the menu at McDonald's has.

Because really, before any discussion of infrastructure begins, we have to acknowledge that our political system controls our infrastructure, however we define the rest of it.